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Monday, January 28, 2008

The valley of dreams

Illusions are sometimes the most safest of refuges. A refuge which we would never move, if only reality did not pull us away, like an angry mother pulling a child away from the delicious earth. Like a play acted out behind closed curtains, they unfurl, the dreams...in different colours - red passion, white love, saffron games, violet fears. And in all those dreams, there is a single thread. The crystal thread of hope. Hope of a union, a touch, a look. Hope of you.

Perhaps these dreams are mere aching of the limbs; chemicals in the veins fuming at their inability to vent. Perhaps these dreams...are mere aching of the heart. Emotions raging through like a kid lost in the fair. Or, perhaps these dreams are mere aching of a soul. The thirst of the simple joy that one finds in the unspoken word. Perhaps, these dreams and the pain of separation can be explained. But then, the chirping of the sparrows, too could be explained.

Love is an enchanted forest. Today I have lost my way in the chasm of separation. With closed eyes I hear, the murmur of dreams, a stream not faraway. Sometimes, in these dreams, I look back. I see the distance that spans dream and reality. It is the width of an eyelid, but what a chasm lies between the two. It is two inches between the hills of hope and death, but if the valley stretches to infinity under them, would you jump?

7 comments:

I guess there is no chasm between dreams and reality, Agni.. each one tugs along the other.. you believe in love and yet you speak of a chasm.. Is not love a dream, nurtured deep within us? And is it not the only reality?

Welcome back! and a late comment I suppose..:). I seem to be getting the time only when my kid is silent! :)

And the post, lovely! the use of colours especially - i am a great fan of using colours as a form of expression and you have handled it really well! :) what's more, dreams and colours - an awesome combination indeed! :)